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Than on the torture of the mind to lie
In restless ecstacy. Duncan is in his grave;—
After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well:
Treason has done his worst; nor steel, nor poison,
Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,
Can touch him further!
Lady. Come on; Gentle my lord, Sleek o'er your rugged looks; be bright and jovial Among your guests to-night.
Macb. O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! Thou know'st, that Banquo, and his Fleance, live.
Lady. But in them nature's copy's not eterne.
Macb. There's comfort yet, they are assailable; Then be thou jocund: Ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight; ere, to black Hecate's summons, The shard-borne beetle, with his drowsy hums, Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note.
Lady. What's to be done ?
Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest
A Park, near the Palace, at Fores.
Enter the Two Officers.
1 Off. The west yet glimmers with some streaks of
2 Off. Hark! I hear horses.
Ban. [Within.] Give us a light there, ho!
1 Of. Then it is he; the rest
That are within the note of expectation,
2 Of. His horses go about.
1 Of Almost a mile: but he does usually, So all men do, from hence to the palace gate, Make it their walk.
2 Off. A light, a light! 1 Off. Tis he.
Enter Fleance, with a Torch, and Banquo.
Ban. It will rain to-night.
[Exeunt Fleance and Banquo. 1 Off. Let it come down. [Exeunt Officers.
Ban. [Within.] O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance.
fly, fly, fly r-- Fie. [Within.] Murder! murder! murder! Ban. [Within.] Thou may'st revenge.—O, slave!—
O, O,O! [Dies.
1 Off. Who did strike out the light?
2 Off. Was't not the way ?.
1 Off. There's but one down; the son is fled.
2 Off. We have lost best half of our affair.
1 Off. Well, let's away, and say how much is done.
The Banqueting Room, in the Palace, at Fores.
Macbeth,Lady Macbeth,Ross, Lenox, Seyton,
Macb. You know your own degrees, sit down: at first, And last, the hearty welcome.
Rosse. Thanks to your majesty.
Macb. Ourself will mingle with society,
Lady. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends; For my heart speaks, they are welcome.
Macb. See, they encounter thee with their hearts`
Both sides are even: Here I'll sit i'the midst:
Enter First Officer.
There's blood upon thy face. 1 Off. Tis Banquo's then. Macb. Is he despatch'd?
1 Off. My lord, his throat is cut: that I did for him.
Macb. Thou art the best o'the cut-throats: Yet he's good, That did the like for Fleance.
1 Off. Most royal sir, Fleance is 'scap'd.
Macb. Then comes my fit again: I had else been perfect; Whole as the marble, founded as the rock: As broad, and general, as the casing air: But now, I am cabin'd, cribb'd,confin'd, bound in To saucy doubts and fears.—But Banquo's safe?
1 Off. Ay, my good lord ;• safe in a ditch he bides, With twenty trenched gashes on his head; The least a death to nature.
Macb. Thanks for that: ,
There the grown serpent lies: the worm, that's fled,
Lady. My royal lord,
Macb. Sweet remembrancer!
Lett. May it please your highness sit?
Macb. Here had we now our country's honour roof'd, Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present; Whom may I rather challenge for unkindness, Than pity for mischance!
Rosse, His absence, sir,
Lays blame upon his promise. Please it your highness To grace us with your royal company?
Macb. The table's full.
Len. Here is a place reserv'd, sir.
Len. Here, my good lord. What is't that moves your highness?
Macb. Which of you have done this?
Len. What, my good lord?
Macb. Thou canst not say, I did it: never shake Thy gory locks at me.
Rosse. Gentlemen, rise ; his highness is not well.
Lady. Sit, worthy friends :—my lord is often thus, And hath been from his youth: 'pray you, keep
Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might appall the devil.
Lady. O, proper stuff!
Macb. Wythee, see there! behold ! look! lo!
How say you?
Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.—